A School Day In The Life Of Nonpareil (1)

A School Day In The Life Of Nonpareil

This morning, I woke up. I picked up my phone and checked Qfeast. I sleepily answered my notifications, even though my dad was telling me to come downstairs and eat breakfast. Then I got up and put on my dressing gown.

I went downstairs and watched the music video channel while I ate my Rice Krispies. I drank my coffee, but I couldn't finish my cereal because I'm really not good at eating in the morning. It's probably because the idea of going to school makes me feel sick. So I just went upstairs to get washed and dressed.

So I got my flannel, towel and toothbrush, and I went into the bathroom to have a wash. When I had finished, I went into my room to get dressed in my school uniform. Ugh.

When I had got dressed, I went back on Qfeast while I was brushing my hair. Nobody was online, so I just stalked random people's walls. I was dreading school. That place sickens me.

I stayed on Qfeast for as long as I could, but then my dad said that I was going to be late, so I had to go. I picked up my school bag, put my lunch in it and ran out of the door.

I sat down in the car with my little brother. My dad gets in, and we drive to school.

When we get to my school, I get out of the car. My dad says goodbye to me, and I walk through the school gates.

I walk across the car park and into the four-storey building that my form room is in. I have to go up three flights of stairs to reach my form room. It's exhausting.

When I finally get to my form room, I just stand outside the classroom. The other kids are all talking, and I'm just stood on my own.

Yes, I know. I'm a pathetic loner.

We're all stood outside because our teacher never lets us in as soon as he arrives. Apparently he needs some 'alone time' in the morning, but I think he's hiding something. All the other teachers let their forms in as soon as they arrive, so why won't he? Gosh!

When the teacher finally let us in, I was already sick of school. I sat down in my seat and got my pencil case out for the teacher to check. I mean, what is the point of that? Everyone knows that I'm the only one who ever has their own stationery, so you don't even need to ask me! Plus it's a Wednesday! Which means that my PE kit is in my bag, and it's really hard for me to get my pencil case out of my bag!

So, I'm just sat there, already irritated by school.

Then the bell goes, and I get up and leave the classroom. It's English now. It's Reading Challenge Week, so we don't have to do any work. We just have to read.

The book I've brought with me is one I've been reading called Candy Pop. It's really good.

I go to my English lesson, and walk in. Yesterday I kind of sat in the wrong seat by accident, so I made sure to sit in my normal place today.

The teacher does the register, then he said that he would be coming round the room to see what we're reading.

He goes round everyone, then he comes to me and asks me what I'm reading. I show him, and he says that he has never in his life heard of my book.

I think to myself that he doesn't know because he's ignorant. But I don't dare say that out loud.

Then while we're all reading, some drama stirs up. It was pretty scary, so I'll just tell you what happened.

While we were all reading, the teacher was ON FACEBOOK AND DRINKING COCA COLA.

And my form teacher said that the rules of Reading Challenge Week were that every member of staff had to be reading at the same time as the students!

So the teacher was acting like an uncultured brat.

Everyone saw the teacher on Facebook and drinking the Coca Cola.

Then Hair Colour Girl stood up and said, "Why are you on Facebook when you're supposed to be teaching us?"

I was shocked. I thought the uncultured brats weren't bothered about learning. I thought that all they cared about was iPads and Run 2!

"That's none of your business!" the teacher yelled at her.
"It is, because you're not teaching me properly! You're on Facebook!" Hair Colour Girl yelled back.
"Rubbish!" the teacher screamed.

I was just sat there, watching the drama and thinking that this would make a great Qfeast story.

"Well, if you're not going to teach me properly, there's no point in me being here." Hair Colour Girl yelled, then she headed towards the door.
"Come back here!" the teacher yelled.
"No wonder you got kicked out of Year 9 Challenge Day." Hair Colour Girl spat, then she slammed the door.

I was strangely inspired by Hair Colour Girl's outburst. I mean, someone needed to yell at the teachers. None of them do their job properly, they all just go on Facebook and don't teach us. Like how my PE teacher eats chips on the trampoline. I would have yelled, if only I wasn't so shy!

Then the teacher ran after Hair Colour Girl, and he was HORRIBLE to her.

"Your mother didn't bring you up right! You're an idiot, just like her!" the teacher screamed at her.

Then he called her mum a VERY rude word.

I was APPALLED. MY SCHOOL LITERALLY DISGUSTS ME.

Then the teacher came back in, and asked us to do spellings. Which is not right after what just happened.

After English, I had History. I walked up to the classroom.

We were still learning about the civil war. It was very boring. We had to watch this clip from an old, black and white movie about it.

Most of the History lesson, I daydreamed about Mika. I wondered if he would be able to cope with having a school like this.

No, he probably wouldn't. When he was my age, he thought that because he was bullied, he wouldn't live into his 20s.

In History, I sit next to Italian Boy, across from Twerking Bat Boy and diagonal from Sore Arm Girl. I am also practically next to Laughing Boy, who does his weird laugh every now and then.

I did my work, and I wrote down all this boring stuff. I kept looking at the clock. I hate History.

After History, it was breaktime. I ate three snacks because I missed a lot of breakfast. Yes, I know I sound really greedy. I hate breaktimes.

After breaktime it was French. We had a supply teacher, and she was a lot nicer than our normal teacher.

Sore Arm Girl was still ignorant, though. She was swearing, and eventually she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

I didn't actually do a lot of work in that lesson. I tried looking up Elle Me Dit in the French dictionary even though I already know what it means, because I'm a crazy Mikafreak.

After the French lesson, Big Girl randomly asked if I had Instagram.

I didn't know what to say at first. I do have Instagram, but my username is MikasPrincess and it's an account dedicated to Mika with a lot of captions about how much I love him that I don't want ignorant brats from school reading.

So I just said I didn't have Instagram, because it's a lot easier.

Then it was lunch. I wondered where Maths Girl was. I hadn't seen her for three days!

I sat down and ate my lunch as usual. Nothing much happened.

Then it was Form, and we had another supply teacher. We did Literacy, and the teacher spelt everything wrong!

And she was supposed to be teaching us?

She spelt 'apostrophes' as 'apostrophies', 'apostrophe' as 'apostrophy' and 'tentacles' as 'tenticles'.

Gosh! I just rolled my eyes and copied them out CORRECTLY in my book. The teacher claimed to have 'made one mistake on purpose'.

What a lie.

Then it's PE, the last lesson of the day. By now I am just so sick of school. I wanted to go home and Qfeast all evening, but the day is taking forever.

In PE we do football, which I have never understood how to play no matter how many times people explain it to me.

In the whole thing, I just follow my team about. But it's not so easy to hide when you're the only one with a red bib and everyone else's is either green or they're not wearing one.

There weren't any green ones left, so they purposely gave everyone else on my team a green bib and they gave me a red one.

It's sick, all of it.

At the end of the PE lesson, I am so glad and exhausted that it's the end of the day. When the bell went, I rushed out and my mum was waiting for me in her car. I got in the car and left school.